This week I came across a poem by a writer named Caitlyn Siehl titled “Not your job” and I haven’t been able to get it out of my head. It speaks for itself and so I am just going to just leave it here. For you, and also for me, because I’m going to need to reference it again and again in the future. I take it to heart for the obvious reason that I have a...

It’s been a few months since I made a post here. Though I’ve thought about it nearly every day, it’s become quite the habit to daydream and theoretically wonder what I could post next. The wondering ranges from realizing that I’m not meeting my own expectations of posting more often (ambiguously anxious), to believing I’ll damn well just post when the right ideas...

Since the fall of 2008, we have been a one-car family and have been able to maintain it all this time. That’s 8 years. Bonus was that we kept the smaller of the two cars we had at the time. We’re in the process right now of becoming a two-car family and my feelings are all over the map. Excitement for the ease it will bring us is mixed with worry about how it will...

Skinny jeans have a grip on my spirit that I cannot seem to exorcize. In the span of 10 minutes today, I said out loud, “I want to burn all the skinny jeans,” to putting on 1 of the 2 pairs I own because nothing else seemed right, to thinking, “I really can’t wait for this fad to be done.” I got home 15 minutes ago. I took off those...

This is the first Christmas tree I have had as an adult. I’m 37 years old. It is 5 feet tall, and was the smallest in the lot the night my toddler picked it out. It’s accumulated a hefty assortment of homemade ornaments crafted from bits of nature, pre-school clay-and-paint creations, a hot pink hair band, a wreath made from a paper plate, a few bells, a popcorn...